Claw

Scrabbled claw
enmeshed in weed,
thick vegetative mat,
tendril of living filth,
eking a life,
matter from light,
seeking
thermodynamic equilibrium,
trickling
death.

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(It was that kind of a day, and no I'm not depressed nor angry,
a wee bit misanthropic perhaps but with great love for all)

-bob-